欧宝娱乐

“A poetess is not as selfish
as you assume.
After months of agonising
over her marriage of words鈥攖he bride鈥�
and spaces鈥攖he groom,
she knows that as soon
as she has penned the poem,
it鈥檚 yours to consume.
So, without giving it a think,
she blows on the ink
and the letters fly away
like dandelions on a windy day,
landing on hands and lips,
on hearts and hips.
But more often than not,
you can easily spot
them trodden and forgotten,
becoming sodden and rotten.
Yet, she will continue to make
what鈥檚 others to take
because selfishness
is not the mark of a poetess.”
― Kamand Kojouri